"It's easier this way," she grinned, washing my hair. ”It was getting in the way and, anyway, I can do all the work. Hmm… didn’t I read somewher... that Arabs like anal sex?" I'm not an Arab, darling."“No, but you look like one."She raised off me and we kissed as I repositioned against her puckered rear hole. She slowly lowered. "Oooh yes, Mark, this is heaven."Becky rotated her hips like a belly dancer and my erection felt like it was being gripped in a velvet glove. I lay back and looked into. "I am sure..," She said just as firmly, her tone was tempered by a lookof longing her her eyes, "I know you're destined to be a Muslim... andonce you are, you will become a woman and then my wife, and your namewill be Mrs. Jasmina Rahman!"I giggled and said deferentially. "If that is your desire!" It is!" Bee said firmly but the look on her face was wonderful.Handing her a cup of tea I joining her on the sofa and whispered. "Iwish I could marry you now and become you wife Bee!" I know!" Bee. Anna had been in an all girls school was not terribly attractive and slightly 'butch', but we got on well, even if she did beat me at tennis.After a few days, things had settled down to a routine of tennis, bike rides and shopping. In the evenings we watched television and read books. Her mother would have a drink or two and Anna and I would go to bed about 9.30 and mother an hour later.On the Friday night, I had finished cleaning my teeth when Anna came in and said "Do you mind if I have a pee. The two bitches rolled around somehow trying to get the upper hand. It was pretty intense but also funny, as I took a chair and just sat back letting them settle things themselves.I was getting a little turned on by watching my two curvy friends mash their boobs against each other, while they engaged in some vicious hair pulling.Sheena finally won the upper hand, grabbing Lana by the throat.She started to attack the blonde bimbo, roughly fingering her cunt.Lana was overwhelmed by the intense.